NoHesi Ke - Can't Force, Pt. 2
Putting everything that I got into this rap shit
Member days on the block when I had to wrap shit
I’m looking for the money you keep looking for the bitches
Now I’m walking past yo baby seen some trickles down her britches
My brothers never folded on me and I thank god
Cause all the solid niggas gone it’s real hard to come by
A lot of burger ass niggas with a large side of fries
Real chatty in the streets it’s cool we’ll catch em by surprise
Me and gang used to mob now they asking for a ride
Bitches too wishy washy tryna pick and choose sides
Now I’m irritated bitches knats and you niggas flys
We just bout the money like some chocolate boy it’s crunch time
Niggas fucking off with them bitches during lunch time
Didn’t eat 40 minutes strictly for hunch time
Can’t sleep unless my raps got enough punchlines
Seandro MDB Eastside frontline
Stop goofing off do I look like I’m stupid
Caught yo girl speaking to me tryna give up the cooter
She a freak said she tryna ride me like a scooter
Let me uplift you king cut her off she’s a thooter
Back to the money can’t be focused on the honies
Bro I told you they was birds just feed em the crummies
Lil bitch over there chunky call her chubby bunny
I’m just talking shit on these beats but you see I’m funny
Where the hate go cause I’m seeing all these people love me
Wanna see me win could’ve swear that you said fuck me
Tripping if you thought you had a pass boy you outta luck
In that one thing moving too fast this is not a truck
Hoes keep on quacking to me baby I am not a duck
Tryna give me a slice of that pizza but it’s not a hut
Tryna converse some game to you I ain’t talking chucks
You my honey but just like some oats girl I got a bunch
I’m just being honest shorty I was never one to front
Facing Ls with my niggas smoking on purple runtz
Shit just hit me in the chest like a double barreled pump
Call the bag Jenny telling me to run forest run
Really love the pap so I gotta keep on stacking it
Always down to smoke me and gang keep on matching it
Multiply these hoes might divide or subtract a bitch
Might just add yo girl back she looking immaculate
I can’t fuck with niggas y’all boys lame as hell
Crunchy ass raps you got man that shit is stale
Don’t overthink slow down and just use yo head
I’m in my bag yeah my Duffy steady chasing bread
New wave hope you ain’t forget I’m up next
Hate to use this bar but like Nike I’m bout a check
Zooming in my car this a Nissan not a Vette
He the bat but I’m the ball boy I’m the main catch
How am I dog if I don’t even fetch
Bitches all on my line hoping that they up next
I do not fuck with rats I cannot control pests
Girly contact New York because I gotta jet
It’s way too many hoes so I need more then sex
If you come screaming WAP it ain’t nothing to flex
Left her ass girl I’m gone like I was with a hex
Dry bars like some cereal boy you eating Chex
Written by:
KeSean Roberts
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